"Senior brother, we're going."
"Hmm."
In the open area on the metal floor, Chen Feng watched Zhao Tingxiao and Zhou Wuren head towards the audience seats to wait.
The force field shield controlled by the Nido soldiers opened a passage, allowing the two to pass.
During this time, he noticed Siwa in the crowd, who happened to be separated from Gert, with a complex expression, seeming to comfort him but failing.
Silently shaking his head, he immediately looked to his left and right.
Thirty-eight competitors, most of them grandmasters, with less than six in the fake extreme realm.
Their skin colors were black, white, and yellow, with varied attires, some in ancient green and white robes, others in loose black and blue martial arts uniforms.
There were also those dressed uniquely, with deep red hair, wearing cloaks and pointed leather shoes.
Or some wore tied-hair warrior outfits, carrying swords, or in special combat uniforms, carrying sniper cannons, looking wild.
